Gloom, meet Doom.
…And his cohorts: Ill-Fated and Jinxed.
…And his twitchy cousins: Collywobbles, Jitters and Fret.
Yep, the whole gang of miscreants showed up in my head yesterday and staged a mourn-in.
Every worry I hadn’t had about adopting my potcake, I had Sunday. In folds. Bad, bad company to keep.
But they’ve moved on this morning and shouldn’t be back.
Pardon me while I go shove the refrigerator in front of the door, just in case.